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Lyrics
[Intro]
Sip slow
Clock tick, heart cold
Same clothes
New bankroll (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Used to split plates, three ways
Now it’s six chains, three safes
Mama bills paid, that’s grace
I don’t talk pain, it’s in my face
Rain in the ceiling bucket
Couch by the door, had to tuck it
Landlord callin’, I duck it
Now my lawyer talk numbers in public (woo)
I remember loose change, pocket lint
Now it’s ten bands stuffed in the money clip
They ain’t see the long nights, nails on the brick
Phone on one percent, still tryna make it flip
[Chorus]
I make money like Johnny Dang
Turn my scars into shiny things
Took that hurt, turned it all to rings
Pray I never have to lose this flame
I make money like Johnny Dang
From the mud to the diamond chain
If I fall, I’ma climb again
If I fall, I’ma climb again (climb again)
[Verse 2]
Used to ride bus, day pass
Now I slide through, face pass
Same ones laughed in the past
Now they hit phone, I let it pass
Concrete floor, pallet as a bed
Ramen for the week, hot sauce on the bread
Now chef bring plates I can’t even say
Tip a whole shift, then I walk away (yeah)
No handouts, had to bleed for it
Signed my name in the heat for it
Every L got a seed in it
Plant that pain, grow green from it
[Chorus]
I make money like Johnny Dang
Turn my scars into shiny things
Took that hurt, turned it all to rings
Pray I never have to lose this flame
I make money like Johnny Dang
From the mud to the diamond chain
If I fall, I’ma climb again
If I fall, I’ma climb again (climb again)
[Bridge]
Slow grind, but it came, though (came, though)
Same heart, different payroll (payroll)
Still remember nights on the same floor
So I stack ’til the safe won’t stay closed (yeah)
[Chorus]
I make money like Johnny Dang
Turn my scars into shiny things
Took that hurt, turned it all to rings
Pray I never have to lose this flame
I make money like Johnny Dang
From the mud to the diamond chain
If I fall, I’ma climb again
If I fall, I’ma climb again (climb again)
Details
GeneratedApr 14, 2026
Duration3:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Slowed, chopped Southern rap, pitched-down ad-libs but regular-lead male vocal. Swung half-time drums, woozy reversed keys, sub-heavy bass that blooms and ducks. Verses ride the pocket, space between lines, hook explodes with stacked chants on the title phrase. Occasional vinyl stop FX and tape warps accent key flex lines, keeping it grimy but luxurious., deep, tone
Credits
Prompt byDayTrader9000
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Chopped and screwed rap song but regular not deep tone about surviving, make money like Johnny dang hook
